Disclaimer: No plot bunnies or goblins were harmed in the making of this fan fiction… There was some bruising to a goblin king's ego though… I own nothing.

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Chapter 4

In which a french man reads a newspaper.

Sarah sat in her designated seat on the airplane looking at the pages of the book in front of her unable to read. She had gotten the book out while waiting in line for the bag check, hoping that It could distract her from her increasing paranoia. Since she had awaken in the limo from her disturbing dream she had become increasingly jumpy and was having a horrible bout of deja vu'.

When she had gotten out of the car she swore she heard giggling coming from the seats she was leaving. She turned quickly to see that nothing had changed. She went to leave again, closing the door sharply behind her only to see a small vaguely furry creature dive behind a light post just as she noticed it.

Through all of the customs and checks she had to maneuver through in the airport she saw goblins. Some hiding as she saw them, making her doubt herself. Some appearing amidst plushies in the gift shop windows, barely managing to stay still enough that nobody aside from Sarah would notice them.

That, she had decided just before pulling out the book, wasn't the worst part though. The goblins couldn't harm her. She had proven in her battle to the goblin castle that they were no match for her. It was the flash of mix matched blue eyes in the middle of a crowd. A shock of blonde hair that disappeared as she spun to see it properly. The slight glint off of glitter from the flourescent lighting and the susurrus of great predatory wings in flight that were driving her mad.

She sighed staring at the pages in front of her, willing their words to draw her in as they had so many times before. But it was of no use. She was just too spooked to hide within the pages of a story. She finally set it aside, the futility of continually holding the book finally registering in her conscious. Besides, she thought, Its not like he or his minions could appear ON the airplane… There'd be no place for them to hide… She looked around the compartment to confirm her assumption, smiling when nothing appeared out of the ordinary. She was in an aisle seat but in coach the chairs were close enough together that she could easily look over and see out the window, if her neighbor would put his newspaper down.

She dimly realized that the man sitting next to her, she assumed it was a man because of his shoes truth be told he covered himself pretty well with the newspaper, had been behind her in line at the last security check when she had pulled out her book, and had been reading that same page of the newspaper the entire trip. Her eyes widened as she stared at the back of the paper. A section of glittery blonde hair was just barely visible over the top of the news.

"Oh no." She whispered, watching in terror as the newspaper folded revealing the person behind it. It was a young man that appeared ot be in his early 20's he stared at her, his green eyes filled with concern. He had a broad, slightly upturned nose and square rimmed glasses.

"Is something the matter miss?" He asked in a heavy French accent. She stared openmouthed at him for a moment, her heart still doing all sorts of acrobatics in her chest. Quick, Sarah! Think of something quick! Her mind berated her.

"Hm?" She replied, grimacing at the octave her voice had risen to. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I just realized that I forgot to pack my camera in my bag this morning. Which means I'll have to use one of those obnoxious disposable ones on my vacation. They never take as good a picture." The man nodded sagely.

"Ah, I hate it when that happens. My name is Chris by the way." He said offering his hand. Sarah let out what was left of her panic in a sigh.

"I'm Sarah." She said with a smile mentally chastising herself for freaking out. They spent the rest of the flight chatting amicably.

When they touched down in Portland, Oregon he took off to another gate to find his connector to Colorado. Sarah went down to the baggage claim and waited for her suitcase to come around. She then went out, got in her rental car and started the long drive to her parent's house. All without further incident.

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Bubbles: "Sorry about the wait on this chapter. My family and I were vacationing in a place with no wireless =("

Twink: "Fortunately I managed to make her write several chapters while we were gone so you'll have a couple of updates in a row."

Bubbles: "Anyway, the excitement only grows from here. Next chapter we get to see.."

Twink: "SILENCE! Or you'll end up the same way Sarah did."

Bubbles: "Speaking of that… what did you do with her?"

Twink: "Never you mind that. Just go write some more."

Bubbles: "Erm…"

Twink: "NOW! Anyway, all you lovely readers out there, do you see that little review button? Click it."